Disclaimer: We all know I don't own HP, even though I wish I did! Hmmm... who knows, maybe one day I will be the next JK Rowling!
A/N: Okay, I got bored, and just grabbed and pen and began scribbling and before I knew it I had this! I actually like this one... so yeah... hope you enjoy it to!
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I remember when Pheobe came to me, excited and over-joyed. She was pregnant with our child. Our gift. I was so worried then, what if I messed up? What if I was a bad father? How would I support Pheobe and a child? Dispite my doubts Pheobe made me realize I would it things right.
"Sirius don't be a fool. Listen to me. You'll be the worlds best father."
That's what she used to say. She was right... or would have been... I couldn't protect her though.
I couldn't be there to protect James and Lily from Voldemort, I was a fool. I put faith in Peter to come through for his friends. I should have seen that he was Power Hungry, but no, that was my fault that Voldemort ever found the Potter's.
When I found out what he had done it was to late. He had already betrayed us all and James and Lily were dead, however, I found Harry, he was alone and scared. I comforted him, and then Hagrid took him to the Dursley's, I was his Godfather though, I should have been the one to take care of him.
Earlier I had given Pheobe my wedding ring as I made a promise to return to her and Meiko. Meiko knew what was happening, even at her young age. I remember the tears and cries, I think maybe she was the only one of us that truly knew the full impact of what was going to happen, did she know that I'd be put in Azkaban for a murder I never commited?
Thinking and Longing to see my wife, Pheobe and my daughter, our daughter, Meiko again in my cell, that was what kept me here, kept me sane. The memories... the hope of seeing them both again one day. Foolishness!
The years passed, 12 long years and now here I am. At Pheobe's grave. She was murdered by one of Voldemort's death-eaters. Meiko survived, she saw the whole thing though, she told me how she was hidden in the closet, watching... it wasn't fair of her to see that, to go through that alone...
She's now a young lady, I missed everything. Her birthday's, her life... everything. The last time I saw her she was a one year old child crying for her father not to leave, now she's 13, and she looks every bit like her mother. She even has her mother's temper, the same 'Don't mess with me or you'll regret it' attitude.
It reminds me of when Pheobe and I got married, on our wedding day, she was angry with me for showing up an hour late and broke my nose, it wouldn't be the first time that she's done that though... that's how she was. You made a wrong move and then your nose was broke... bus then she was protective and mouthy and caring and gentle but strong at the same time.
I don't know how to be a father. Not to a 13 year old daughter, not alone, I need Pheobe with me... I need the help... I wish there was something I could have done, to protect her.
I find myself whenever I can constantly checking up on her, watching her sleep, listening and making sure she is still breathing while she is sleeping.
Running my hands lightly over the engraved words, Pheobe Black, Beloved wife of Sirius Black and mother of Meiko Black I remember everything, her smile, her tears, her encouraging words...
I'm sorry Pheobe, I wish I could have been there. I would have protected you. I promise I won't make the same mistake twice, I'll protect Meiko, but now you truly are my one and only... Slytherin Angel. Forgive me!
The End
A/N: Okay, I got bored, and just grabbed and pen and began scribbling and before I knew it I had this! I actually like this one... so yeah... hope you enjoy it to!
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
I remember when Pheobe came to me, excited and over-joyed. She was pregnant with our child. Our gift. I was so worried then, what if I messed up? What if I was a bad father? How would I support Pheobe and a child? Dispite my doubts Pheobe made me realize I would it things right.
"Sirius don't be a fool. Listen to me. You'll be the worlds best father."
That's what she used to say. She was right... or would have been... I couldn't protect her though.
I couldn't be there to protect James and Lily from Voldemort, I was a fool. I put faith in Peter to come through for his friends. I should have seen that he was Power Hungry, but no, that was my fault that Voldemort ever found the Potter's.
When I found out what he had done it was to late. He had already betrayed us all and James and Lily were dead, however, I found Harry, he was alone and scared. I comforted him, and then Hagrid took him to the Dursley's, I was his Godfather though, I should have been the one to take care of him.
Earlier I had given Pheobe my wedding ring as I made a promise to return to her and Meiko. Meiko knew what was happening, even at her young age. I remember the tears and cries, I think maybe she was the only one of us that truly knew the full impact of what was going to happen, did she know that I'd be put in Azkaban for a murder I never commited?
Thinking and Longing to see my wife, Pheobe and my daughter, our daughter, Meiko again in my cell, that was what kept me here, kept me sane. The memories... the hope of seeing them both again one day. Foolishness!
The years passed, 12 long years and now here I am. At Pheobe's grave. She was murdered by one of Voldemort's death-eaters. Meiko survived, she saw the whole thing though, she told me how she was hidden in the closet, watching... it wasn't fair of her to see that, to go through that alone...
She's now a young lady, I missed everything. Her birthday's, her life... everything. The last time I saw her she was a one year old child crying for her father not to leave, now she's 13, and she looks every bit like her mother. She even has her mother's temper, the same 'Don't mess with me or you'll regret it' attitude.
It reminds me of when Pheobe and I got married, on our wedding day, she was angry with me for showing up an hour late and broke my nose, it wouldn't be the first time that she's done that though... that's how she was. You made a wrong move and then your nose was broke... bus then she was protective and mouthy and caring and gentle but strong at the same time.
I don't know how to be a father. Not to a 13 year old daughter, not alone, I need Pheobe with me... I need the help... I wish there was something I could have done, to protect her.
I find myself whenever I can constantly checking up on her, watching her sleep, listening and making sure she is still breathing while she is sleeping.
Running my hands lightly over the engraved words, Pheobe Black, Beloved wife of Sirius Black and mother of Meiko Black I remember everything, her smile, her tears, her encouraging words...
I'm sorry Pheobe, I wish I could have been there. I would have protected you. I promise I won't make the same mistake twice, I'll protect Meiko, but now you truly are my one and only... Slytherin Angel. Forgive me!